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More than a dozen people sat down around a big round table. There were not enough chairs, and they were patchwork. Fan Yao brought all the study chairs she used when she went to school.

Zhou Ye stood beside Rong Zhao, seeing that Rong Zhao didn't sit down, he didn't sit down either.He had to sit next to Rong Zhao today, after all, he brought his wife here, so of course he had to sit together.

Rong Zhao turned his head to look at Zhou Ye, seeing that Zhou Ye would not sit down, neither would he.He must not sit next to Zhou Ye today, lest this person secretly tease him regardless of the occasion.

He couldn't take it.

Until everyone sat down, only the two chairs farthest apart were left.

Rong Zhao took one of them, and the other was obviously reserved for Zhou Ye.

Zhou Ye walked over and said to Xiao Qian who was sitting next to Rong Zhao: "Qian'er, change your seat. Don't you like sweet and sour spareribs the most? That chair over there is near sweet and sour spareribs."

Xiao Qian felt that what Zhou Ye said made sense: "Thank you for the reminder." After speaking, he left Rong Zhao and got up without hesitation to find his sweet and sour pork ribs.

Satisfied, Zhou Ye sat next to Rong Zhao, turned his body slightly, and said in a low voice, "Little fairy, you can never escape from my grasp."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye, and stomped on him under the table: "You are the little elf."

Zhou Ye lightly licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, smiled, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for the compliment."

Rong Zhao was completely speechless towards this shameless person.

Zhou Ye didn't come here to make Rong Zhao angry, as Bai Xudong was sitting next to him, and they hadn't seen each other for more than half a month.

After Bai Xiaoqing's funeral, Bai Xudong went to Tibet, and when he came back, he was completely dark and talked a lot less.

When he lost Bai Xiaoqing, his eyes were all gray, and his eyeballs didn't seem to move, like a half-dead person.He refused to eat, and was so hungry that he almost lost his appearance. Now he looks much better, at least there is some flesh on his face.

Zhou Ye raised a can of beer in his hand and touched Bai Xudong. No amount of comforting words would be pale, and there is no need to talk too much between men, a glass of wine is enough.

Rong Zhao sat beside Zhou Ye, watching him and Bai Xudong drink one cup after another, couldn't help but frowned, but didn't say much.

Zhou Ye put a large piece of fish on a small plate, picked out the thorns on it, poured some soup on the fish, put the small plate in front of Rong Zhao, turned his head and continued talking to Bai Xudong.

After a while, he scooped up another bowl of fermented glutinous rice balls and handed them to Rong Zhao, before continuing to chat with other people at the dinner table.

Zhou Ye did it very smoothly, as if these things had been carved into his bones.

After a good meal, everyone began to clean the table and wash the dishes together, so that Fan Yao's parents would not have to clean up the mess for them when they came back.

Xiao Qian was sweeping the floor, and took out an advertising leaflet from under the table, picked it up and read aloud: "Create a perfect life for you."

"Freckle and acne removal, breast augmentation and nose augmentation, double eyelids, facial plastic surgery, body sculpture..."

"Fan Yao, are you going to have plastic surgery?"

While putting away the bowl on the table into the kitchen, Fan Yao said, "Then do you think I should open the corners of my eyes? I want to make my eyes bigger. My eyes are not good-looking, and they look unlucky, no good."

Zhou Ye leaned against the table and peeled an orange. He tasted a small piece first and thought it was sweet, so he turned around and fed it to Rong Zhao.If it's sour, throw it to Zheng Ke who is at the side.

While peeling the oranges, Zhou Ye looked up at Fan Yao: "You are the only one with the best eyesight in the whole team, what's wrong with you?"

Even Rong Zhao, who has sharp eyesight, has to admit that Fan Yao's eyesight is better than his, with sharp eyes, she often sees things that others can't see when performing tasks.

Zhou Ye continued: "You can say that your eyes are not good-looking. This is an objective fact. There is nothing to hide and feel inferior. But you can't say they are unlucky, and don't say they are bad."

Zhou Ye's tone was very serious, not like he was chatting.

Xiao Qian nodded in agreement, and raised his head from the advertising leaflet in his hand: "Usually, you say that the eyeshadow you draw looks like a ghost, and you are talking about eyeshadow, not your eyes, or your eyes. this person."

Fan Yao wiped her hands, took the plastic surgery hospital advertisement in Xiao Qian's hand and threw it into the trash can, and smiled: "I know."

A group of people did not stay for too long, and came out of Fan Yao's house at 09:30 in the evening.

Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao walked side by side towards the subway station, Zhou Ye leaned his head on Rong Zhao's shoulder, and said coquettishly, "Rong Rong, I've been fed too much by Dongzi, I'm drunk."

Rong Zhao moved his shoulders and shook Zhou Ye's head off his body: "I don't think they are pouring you, but you have been pouring them, stay away from me, you smell of alcohol."

Zhou Ye leaned forward again, and said with a smile, "Do you think we look like a couple now? The wife dislikes her drunk husband in every possible way. In fact, when she gets home, she still waits for him to undress, take a shower, and roll the sheets."

Rong Zhao pushed Zhou Ye aside with a slap, and cursed: "You think very clearly, why are you drunk?"

Zhou Ye was pushed staggeringly and almost fell, but as long as he didn't fall, he could still flirt.

He covered his heart, squinted his eyes and looked at Rong Zhao under the moonlight: "I'm drunk here, my heart is drunk, you have to be responsible for the trouble you caused."

After speaking, he leaned on Rong Zhao's shoulder again.

Rong Zhao raised his hand and twisted Zhou Ye's ear, and flung this clingy thing aside.

Rong Zhao suddenly felt something was wrong, he looked down at his fingers, he twisted Zhou Ye's ear just now.

He shook his hand vigorously, why did he twist his ear.

Rong Zhao turned around and punched Zhou Ye in the chest. Big men always speak with their fists.

Zhou Ye tightly grasped Rong Zhao's fist, lowered his head and kissed it, and smiled with his lips curled up: "Why did you beat Lao Tzu's chest with a small fist?"

Rong Zhao was so numb that he withdrew his hand, wiped his clothes, and wiped off Zhou Ye's saliva.

After getting off the subway, the two walked along the path paved with bluestone slabs on their way home.

When we arrived at Shilian Road, the atmosphere was completely different from that of the Municipal Bureau.

Everything over there is new and lively.This side is full of old and gloomy buildings, and even the roadside stalls are full of punks smoking and cursing.

Passing through the smog, the pink lights in front of you are a massage parlor that has been swept away many times and miraculously reopened.

A scantily clad woman wearing a half lace mask whistled at Rong Zhao and Zhou Ye, hooked her fingers, and said coquettishly, "Handsome guy, come and play."

Zhou Ye didn't even look at it, he waved his hands, turned his head and saw Rong Zhao's eyes were staring at the woman, and said angrily, "You're gay, why are you staring at her woman?"

"No," Rong Zhao turned around and said, "That woman is new here, I haven't seen her before."

After learning about it, I felt that I corrected Zhou Ye and said, "I'm not gay."

Zhou Ye hugged Rong Zhao's shoulders, led him into the alley, and stared closely at the other person's eyes: "Officer Rong looks very familiar with the staff in his store."

Looking at Zhou Ye, Rong Zhao felt that there was a knife hidden in this man's eyes. As long as he nodded and said that he had been there to play, his throat would be cut in the next second.

Rong Zhao shook Zhou Ye's hand: "I haven't played it before, one is illegal, and the other is dirty."

Zhou Ye knew that Rong Zhao was not that kind of person, he was as pure as a snow lotus on Tianshan Mountain, but this did not prevent him from being jealous.When he was not performing missions, he couldn't bear Fan Rongzhao's extra glances, no matter if it was a man or a woman.

Everything about this man in front of him is his, even his sight.

Rong Zhao quickly forgot about this episode, and when he was about to get home, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and asked, "Do you think Fan Yao is a bit strange these days?"

Zhou Ye drove away a mosquito hovering beside Rong Zhao while walking, and continued: "She had some problems with the psychological test last month, Dr. Yao talked to her."

Dr. Yao is the psychiatrist in the bureau.

Rong Zhao frowned: "Hasn't she always had a good personality, lively, outgoing and playful, what's her problem?"

"It is the most common and easily overlooked form of school violence," Zhou Ye continued, "She was bullied because of her appearance when she was in high school."

"At that time, she was very thin and her eyes were not good-looking. It's true. She had a lot of pimples on her face. She was ridiculed and excluded by some stupid idiots. She almost suffered from depression. Fortunately, she survived in the end. She was also admitted to the police academy, and she did a good job." Zhou Ye smiled, "Especially the way of grabbing food is first-class, and the anti-drug, internal affairs, and anti-pornography brigades combined are no match for her."

Indeed, every time they ate in the cafeteria, their criminal investigation team would always be the first to occupy the Fengshui treasure by the window, and get the first spoonful of food from the auntie in the cafeteria, and Fan Yao would be named the first hero.

Rong Zhao pondered for a while: "What is the triggering event? Did she meet a classmate who bullied her before, and then she remembered that experience and caused psychological problems."

Zhou Ye: "After dinner just now, I called her to the balcony for a chat, but the little girl was stubborn and refused to speak."

"Dongzi usually has the best relationship with her. I asked him, but he refused to tell. Tomorrow, I will ask Dr. Yao to talk to her."

Rong Zhao hummed, thought for a while, then turned around and asked, "Do you still remember Liu Junfeng's case?"

Zhou Ye nodded: "Of course."

Rong Zhao continued: "When we were in the house, Liu Junfeng used a knife to force each of us to confess our crimes."

"You mean, Ma Xiaoxin," Rong Zhao just tapped, and Zhou Ye understood, "Her self-report is that she has participated in school violence. In the past few days, this is the only incident about school violence that Fan Yao has come into contact with." , while taking notes for Ma Xiaoxin."

Zhou Ye took out his mobile phone and made a call, and quickly got Ma Xiaoxin's detailed information. He opened it, looked up, and said, "Fan Yao and Ma Xiaoxin are in the same class in the same high school."

Rong Zhao looked down at the shadows cast by the trees on the ground, the branches and leaves stretched out their teeth and claws, and were swayed back and forth by the wind, like a sprite hiding in the dark and ready to come out to bite someone at any time.

He sneered in a low voice: "It left a lifetime of shadow on him, and the instigator walked out from the gate of the Municipal Bureau swaggeringly."

Except for the drug-related Xiao An and the make-up artist Xiao Zhao who sexually harassed his cousin, the few people held hostage by Liu Junfeng in the ghost house cannot be convicted, because those are all one-sided stories, and the evidence has been blown away by the years.

Even school bullies like Ma Xiaoxin, even if they have evidence, will at most be criticized and educated because of their status as minors, and they will not even have to bear legal responsibility.

And because it is a group behavior, individuals don't even feel that they are at fault, let alone feel any guilt towards the victim.

Liu Junfeng is crazy, but not completely crazy, at least part of his views are correct.

Rong Zhao couldn't help thinking, if he was Fan Yao, what would he do, would he lose control, grab Ma Xiaoxin's hair and slam it against the wall.

Fan Yao obviously didn't do this, she didn't even show that she and Ma Xiaoxin knew each other, let alone grab Ma Xiaoxin's hair to vent their hatred.

Rong Zhao kicked away a stone on the ground, thinking, this is probably the difference between him and them.

Recently, I spent too much time with Zhou Ye and lived so comfortably that he almost forgot that he was different from each of them.

Zhou Ye turned his head to look at Rong Zhao, and noticed the other's furrowed brows, violent eyes, and lips that were getting tighter and tighter.

Zhou Ye stretched out his hand and shook Rong Zhao's hand. He knew what he was thinking, but he couldn't say a word of comfort. In the face of the pain of annihilation, all words were pale.

Rong Zhao turned around and continued walking, the alley was deep and narrow, and the other side of the road was dark.

"Let's go to the flower and bird market on weekends and buy some rose seeds. The flowers will bloom in May next year, and the pink and red ones will cover the balcony. When the sun comes out, sit on the rattan chair together. Look at the flowers, we will look at you."

There was a warm and familiar voice coming from behind, Rong Zhao turned his head and saw the man coming from under the street lamp: "I thought, if you like roses, you shouldn't hate roses."

"Roses are not very easy to grow. I will plant them when I have a big yard. Do you think it's good?"

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye, and there were two or three steps between them. He imagined the pictures he drew, feeling very close and far away, just like the person in front of him, clearly close at hand, yet far away. horizon.

This made him feel for no reason that there was a yin and yang between them.

He stood in a dark place, looked up at him standing in the sun, longing and afraid.

He was afraid that as soon as he walked towards him, the sunlight would be illuminated by the sins on his body.

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye's hand, took two steps back, and said with downcast eyes, "I have to go to work tomorrow, so I don't have time to go to the flower and bird market to buy some rose seeds."

Rong Zhao took a step back, and Zhou Ye took two steps forward until he got close to him, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Then buy online."

After finishing speaking, he took out his mobile phone, placed an order in seconds, and forcibly connected this fate.

Zhou Ye put away his phone, stretched out his hand to Rong Zhao again, and looked at him tenderly: "When the goods arrive, let's scatter the seeds of these flowers together and wait for them to bloom, okay?"

The picture Zhou Ye painted was too seductive, which made Rong Zhao startled for a moment, leaving aside the emotional matters, the scenery alone is enough to make people greedy.

What is greed, delusional thinking about things that do not belong to you is called greed.

Zhou Ye walked forward: "I can make milk tea for you and pour it into a white porcelain cup. Do you want to add dumplings or red beans?"

Rong Zhao swallowed, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly, not knowing whether he was greedy for a cup of milk tea, a landscape or a person.